Friday, February 26, 2016

day one hundred and fifty-one : your teeth on my skin

on my upper chest
there is a mark

reappeared

you left your lips
there
sucking
for enough seconds to claim me
for weeks

the mark faded
unlike the touch
of your teeth
pressing
precisely
at the pointed tip
before pleasure becomes pain

the past week
coming out of the shower
it has returned
a shadow

hovering over
caressing me again

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